Grass grins delightfully.
Sets her free, Sun the Saviour
Well with pity, from dark.
The little men ride cycles
Smashing the green glossy grass, wild.
It bears pain, chides never.
Bamboo the tallest boasts
Of fingering sky, with voracity.
Poor grass can never touch.
Green silky glassy grass O!
Green silky glassy grass O!
To cattle, at life’s cost, offers fodder.
lovely! u described the emotions if grass and sun ..very nice :)
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DeleteKnowing grass, we can appreciate persistence.
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ReplyDeleteVery sad emotions of the grass well depicted.
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A nice bouquet of Halku. '
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Thank you,Ushaji.
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